I can hear the “click, click, click” of the neighboring keyboards as I sit here and type this out. The rustle of paper. The whispers of gossip. The shuffling of files.
As I sit here and look around, I see a home away from home.
And I start crying.
This is not where I belong. This is not where I want to be. I don’t want to continue doing the same thing for my entire eight hours. I want to do different things. Stuff. Anything but staring at the screen and looking through over 700 names. I just want something more unique.
But this is my reality until I can change it.
Wonder how long it will be.